[Intro: Lil Wayne & Sample]
You smokin' reefers?
Yeah of course we are, can't you smell it?
So once again, this is the mothafuckin' appreciation volume four like I told you bitch ass n***as
This Young Tunechi in this bitch, who the fuck is you?
(Slob on my knob)
Hold on, I have freestyles [?]
You want me to give it to em? Wait, hold on, hold up, shit

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch better have my money
Don't test me, motherfucker I study
And wifey keep tellin' me the pills gon' kill me
Fuckin' up my sperm count and she want children
Back on my bullshit, I'm back on my bullshit
I'm a dead man walkin', follow my footprints
If you scared go to church, I'll shoot at the pulpit
My girl pussy sweeter than a whatchamacallit
I ain't worried bout 'em, I say "Hi hater"
I throw you off the top of a skyscraper
5Boro, we go Bozo
And I'd rather be po' before a Popo (Oliver)
Don't come down here if you ain't from down here
Fuck around and get stuck like gum down here
And that vest won't help cause I'm aimin' at your scalp
And all my underwear say Ralph
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder you the riders will for real
And they know I go hard to the fullest
Get involved and I got em playing dodgeball with bullets
Man, I got the sawed-off fully
In the Sean John hoodie, get touched, play rookie
Yeah, we hit 'em up while they lookin'
And them body shots hurt, but the head shots took him
Man, and if the red dot spot 'em then the hollow head drop 'em
Knock his top to his bottom jack, man
You see we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map
Lil Weezyana piranhas everywhere you at
You gotta wear ya extra condom and an extra gat
Ya girl can get it for actin' like a man
And boys in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man